All Chapters of A little Bit of Faith: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

*Cameron POV*  -You can call whenever you are free tonight- Faith. My phone sits in my hand as I stare at it. I can call whenever I am free. I breathe deep. I'm free now. But now I'm panicking, which is a new sensation. I've never wanted to fix something so bad. What if she doesn't believe me? It all seems so soap opera-like. Blurting out I was tricked wont work, though it's true, it's not detailed enough. And kind of sounds like a criminal on his way to prison. I run my free hand through my freshly showered hair. Shit. here goes. 3 minutes after receiving her text I hit the dial button. I'm such a sucker for her. Each and every ring feels like an eternity of torture. By the third ring I am holding my breath, squeezing my eyes shut and saying a prayer. And that's when I hear her voice. I had convinced myself

I angrily toss around in my bed as I cover my head with my pillow. The muffled sounds of yelling still permeate the flimsy cotton material as I grunt in anger throwing my blankets getting ready to throw down with whoever interrupted my excellent dream. I grab a sweater on my way out my bedroom door pounding down the stairs angrily. Mia comes to the base of the stairs looking white as a ghost and I know something is wrong. “Mia, what the hell is going on?”  “I don’t know what happened,” she says tearfully. “What do you mean you don’t know what happened?” I move around her walking out the front door and following the voices. As I walk further, faster down the sidewalk I see Noah standing silently as a man berates him, hurling every curse word in the English langu

 “Ok then start.” I declare. She turns to look at dad who is refusing to make eye contact with me. “Now please!”  Cameron's hand runs the length of my forearm, finding my hand and entwining his finger with mine. I shy away, gently untangling our fingers and pulling my hands to my chest. I know he only wants to support me, but right now I’m feeling lost in my mind, and I need to be there alone to process everything. He doesn’t give up as he takes a step closer to me; he doesn’t reach out to touch me but I can feel his presence and it helps calm me. Looking over my shoulder at him, he offers me a sweet smile of encouragement, and I match him with my own sad smile of thanks. Mom’s sigh captures my attention, and I look to see her focusing on the tiled floor, her face full of guilt. A sarcastic laugh leaves my throat while I wait for an answer that seems to be stuck between us all. The tension is thick, almost suffocating, and I’m

 *Cameron POV* The entire house is illuminated when I walk through the front door. I hesitate for a moment, looking around to see if I can find the butler who normally greets me, but he is out of sight. Walking cautiously, I enter the living room and I am surprised to find my dad, my mother, and Angela sitting on the couch, waiting in a deafening silence. In an instant, all happy feelings I had when I walked in vanish and my stomach falls. Something has to be horribly wrong if the three of them are sitting in the same room. My father ignores my presence, sitting emotionless, facing forward while both my mother and Angela smirk at me in an unsettling manner. A door opens and closes behind me and I see Frank, Angela’s rat of a father, walkout from the bathroom. He smiles devilishly and claps his hands together in excitement. “Ah! And the daddy is here finally” My eyes fly open as I turn to everyone else, looking for an explanation. Angela si

It’s not normal for me to put a lot of effort into my appearance, yet here I am standing in front of the mirror in the locker room making sure my hair looks ok and swiping on some mascara. Cameron fell for me in my natural state but I want to improve upon that, call it love or fear I don’t care, either way, I’m looking pretty good if I do say so myself. I flatten my shirt in a nervous, excited state and nod to my reflection. Here we go. I’m going to be bold. I’m going to walk right up to him and see how he responds.  There’s a little extra pep in my step this morning as I walk out of the locker room expecting to see Cameron waiting for me like he always did when we were just friends. The lack of his presence instantly mars my good mood, and for a moment, an inkling of doubt creeps in. Shake it off, Faith. He is probably just running late, it’s fine. I readjust my mindset. I will see him when I see him. It’s fine, everything will be fine. Gosh, why